The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-07

and he wan led hither and thither by the
moment He had an interest and a curl.
oslty In everything-and sometimes II
was a fact OF science, and Bometimes 1t
was a pretty girl. II he followed the pretty
girl as he would show In the street,
Turing him on-if to him she was only q
picture, with some human interest added,
but no interest OF bis own, how was
Helena to know I'll The melancholy
droop Of the laah became droop OF the
lovely corners Of the mouth as well.
Leonard was hers, had always been hers.
That another person should attract him
geemed to hpr q robbery Of her own iden.
tity. And apparently that yellow.haired
Louisa Dane was attracting him with thoeo
uketching fngern Of hors. The ono defect
In Leonard was that no had no loye OF
music, and musiC was tho passion Of Hell.
ena's Bould. On the other hand he had a
| fair talent with hia pencil. aud Louisa
Lane knew how to spill the color from
hor brushed In a way that kindled tho
warmth OF hia admiration. As for Helena
che could net draw a straight line or
crooked one. II Leonard wanted 10 stroll
of sketching with Louiaa Dane, he was
free to do 30; ahe had no right to prohibit
It; all the more Louien Dano seemed 10
her q poor sort OF thing. And II Le for.
got her In amusing himself, this dark for.
eigncr, Giuseppe ilaldoni, who had drift.
ed to the great country town and was
giving music Lessons there, knew now to
beguile your eotil out OF your body; and
the mornings Helena and Giuseppe spent
together, with violin aud piano and song,
were full OF nothing but music.
"What under heaven do you SEQ In tina.
swarthy son Of thunder" asked Leonard,
ono day, with vexs.iou, meeting the Ital.
Ian going out. '''
IAN TINT you see in the daughter OF
the gods, divinely tall and most divinely
lair, ;" she replied; "a community OF in
teri st." f'-J
what community Of interest can
have with Louisa Dane?' he cried. .She
Is teaching me to mix my colors."
"And Giuseppe is teaching me how 10
move the world with diminished sew.
enths."
"Giuseppe. indeed! And since how
long? Pdhawl A regular shibboleth.
There seems TO be cant to every art.
There Is something sensual about music,
Helena" lie eaid, leaning back his head,
with his hands clasped behind it, where
lie had thrown himself on tho lounge,
"Animals almost invariably recognize It's
power; its best ministers are people Of
limited intelligence: even idiots have been
known"
"stop, stop, sir; 1t is like blasphemy
The ono divine thing on eGrtn, the one
thing that lifts the soul to heaven, that
solaces sorrow, that CROWNS joy"
There, there, there!" he cried, or | |
shall think you have gone mad. II is a |
dialect, suppose" hs added renectively,
"And there ia no dialect or shibboleth |
in your and Louisa Danes talk about tones
and technique and schools and morbid. |
ezza-" ' N""
"But you see we have the real things to
SHOW for 1t; We have tones aud technique
-or we haven't"
And then she laughed and began to
MARBLE, Una voce POGO fa."
u dare say" he said, that you are do.
ing that in q manner to move stone, if i. |
had an ear for music. But that sort OF |
thing always makes mo remember sc,ns
in mad house near city GU the French !
coast, where a fellow on a flute drew the |
maniscs after him as Orpheus drew the |
brutes. A singular place it was-I must
see it again, Bome day-they had ideas
there about the brain and ia manage.
ment."
But Helens's light.hear!ed singing was
dus to her having Just learned secret OF
nature and being suddenly CONVINCED OF
the fact that this yellow.haired youth,
with his clear gray eyes and Greek face,
was not to find his complement in any ei,!
as yellow:haired, as sray-eyed, as Greek.
tagged as himself. Perhaps he knew he
was not in love with the pIeasant girl who
sketched With him certainly what he did
not know was that he was in love with
the girl who sang with the Italian. She
was going to teach him. She-she herself
had long knowp-and shs stopped her
singing and hid her crimson face between
her hands.
What happened to har lnner conscious:
ing the next morning with Giuseppe, from
walking in the woods with him, and try
ing to note on paper tho musical value Of
the susurrus Of the pines and the tinkle
ofcatbird's gong and bobolink's, Of copy.
ing ont for him certain EXERCISES that be
needed, Of taking down the high and sweet
unwritten melodies Of his land, Of which
he knew scores; Of reading with him the
treaties gu eoEnterpoint, cannon and
tugue. It was very oinple-why should
Leonard disturb himseli} But he did,
u can never have Heisna moment to
myself" he exclaimed to Helena's Aunt
Jane. Nj yyy
"And why should you expect it?" said
Aunt Jane. And at the slanps he gave
her, Aunt Jane wig had gut brown paper
on a THOUSAND Jumps for him, aud given
him tarts and puls as literally, and re.
csived all his childish condolences, had |
saved him from countless punishments
and loved him as il he belonged to her. !
replied: "You look as if | were good
enoNgh IA Pat, ana you n.lesut 70 do It."
" hays louhd out-1 have found out,
Aunt Jane, what is the matter with msl' |
be cried, and laid his head in the good |
ola laA7's Jap. s..lsa|y =.
swell, we'll, my dear boy" she said
with her Augers on his clustering locks,
I'VE all have time to find that out.
Thank goodness, if you don't find out
anything worse. For, to save 10Y soul, / |
can't make out What Helena means ii abe
doesn't mean to marry this Italian" --ta
MARY himp cried Leonard, in white
amazsment. "Why, she can't. She is
mine, | am hers, We-We-=we have been
as good ~ iaarrled ever since she WAS
born!" 1'ilzass;g /; sl.J
"she'll cry salt tears for her folly yet"
said Aunt Jane, grimly-her customary
voiubiiity quenched in her own tears for
time. And Leonard went away on fire
to his iuger.tips, and when Helena
capped her enormitiss by going up on the
noon train to the uity one Saturday after
noon. with Giuseppe to her Faust, the
first person in the house that her eyes
rested upon was Leonard, white and radi-
ant himsalf, with the play Of his pas.
sions. Nothing 10 him was all the light
orf III Jnu, II tIot sIa,1 Il r